Imagine not being able to behold the face of your lover and it was vice versa...

Years in solitude
Till we stormed into each others life.
Our faces remained
An unsolved mystery to one another
As our everyday lives
Always dwelt in darkness.
Her beauty,
Was the creation of his imagination
And his looks,
Was the outcome of her fantasies.
Our every touch
Reflected the warmth of our love
But is it okay
To say
Our love is blind?